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Updated: June 24, 2025
When Abogin held out before his eyes the photograph of a young woman with a handsome face as cold and expressionless as a nun's and asked him whether, looking at that face, one could conceive that it was capable of duplicity, the doctor suddenly flew out, and with flashing eyes said, rudely rapping out each word: "What are you telling me all this for? I have no desire to hear it!
Now in his short coat, his fashionable narrow trousers which made his legs look disproportionately slim, with his big head and long mane he was extremely like a lion. A gleam of curiosity came into the apathetic face of the doctor. He got up and looked at Abogin. "Excuse me, where is the patient?" he said. "The patient! The patient!" cried Abogin, laughing, crying, and still brandishing his fists.
It was Abogin driving off to protest, to do absurd things. . . . All the way home the doctor thought not of his wife, nor of his Andrey, but of Abogin and the people in the house he had just left. His thoughts were unjust and inhumanly cruel.
"But I am not asking you for myself. My wife is dying. If you had heard that cry, if you had seen her face, you would understand my pertinacity. My God, I thought you had gone to get ready! Doctor, time is precious. Let us go, I entreat you." "I cannot go," said Kirilov emphatically and he took a step into the drawing-room. Abogin followed him and caught hold of his sleeve.
"At last," sighed Abogin, reaching towards the door-handle. "Let us go, please." The doctor started, glanced at him, and remembered. . . . "Why, I have told you already that I can't go!" he said, growing more animated. "How strange!" "Doctor, I am not a stone, I fully understand your position . . . I feel for you," Abogin said in an imploring voice, laying his hand on his scarf.
He only caught a passing glimpse of the bright red lamp-shade and the violoncello case, and glancing in the direction where the clock was ticking he noticed a stuffed wolf as substantial and sleek-looking as Abogin himself. It was quiet. . . . Somewhere far away in the adjoining rooms someone uttered a loud exclamation: "Ah!"
If she did not love me, why did she not say so openly, honestly, especially as she knows my views on the subject? . . ." With tears in his eyes, trembling all over, Abogin opened his heart to the doctor with perfect sincerity.
With the dull surprise of a man who has only just realized that he has been bitterly insulted the doctor shrugged his shoulders, flung wide his arms, and not knowing what to do or to say sank helplessly into a chair. "If you have ceased to love me and love another so be it; but why this deceit, why this vulgar, treacherous trick?" Abogin said in a tearful voice. "What is the object of it?
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